See, you say that now. But you're gonna find yourself in a situation where some cosmic fuck with crab claws for eyes is unraveling the flesh on your face like yarn, and you're gonna think to yourself "Fuck, I wish I had some sort of knowledge base from which I could draw upon to help deal with this situation."
Here.
-He hands her a booklet-
Normally I'd demand payment, but since you're hot as fuck and I already called you an Alien by mistake, this one's on me.
edited 12th Jun '14 9:34:22 PM by MacDuffy
(Junon nods in response to the man.)
Junon: @Tinfoil Man: ...Sort of.
(She begins talking about the Worms from her world. Basically, they are cosmic horrors from another dimension that are very good at hiding. If enough of them get in one place, they can merge into a biomass as large as a small asteroid.)
Well...I found Mister Ragna with this man here...and I think there was a discussion about ghosts or...aliens somewhere.
(takes the booklet)
Thank you very much Mister. I should at least pay you something....um, here.
(you got 20 World Dollars)
edited 12th Jun '14 9:37:20 PM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani-Listens-
Fuck.
See, that? That's the kind of messed-up bullshit I deal in. That's the kind of thing you tell other scientists and they're like "You're completely insane," and you're like "FUCK you," and you kick them in the nuts and run off.
-Writes down an entry for "Fucking Insane Combining Ninja Worms" in his notepad-
-Looks down at the money-
Hey, thanks! You're a pretty cool hot chick.
edited 12th Jun '14 9:40:51 PM by MacDuffy
Yes. If anything goes wrong, I want someone I can trust with me.
39.6 days since your departure, several new organics arrived. They took to causing disruptions within the nearby town. Their current status is unknown.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The sooner the better.
We have not seen sign of them around this room for 2.3 days. We did not venture out to further ascertain their location, as our presence was required here, awaiting a window of communication with you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?You keep that book close, got it? It could save your life.
You know, like, if an alien just went nuts on you or something, and came at you with a battleaxe, you could hit it with that, and there'd be a chance it'd be allergic to paper and die on the spot. There you go. Life saved, free battleaxe. I'm like fucking Obi-Wan Jesus over here.
edited 12th Jun '14 10:04:17 PM by MacDuffy

"-looks at fen. grunts-"